It's 6:58pm. I'm still at work. I'm waiting for a VHS of a half hour programme, so that I can transcribe the voice over for a recording session we have at 9 tomorrow morning.
It will probably take an hour. If I'm lucky.
Oh yeah, my job's all about the glamour.
Also, my birthday is in two days.
But that doesn't help with the whole still-at-work-when-I-could-be-drunk-with-Buffy thing.
It's now 7:02. Still waiting.